I can live through the heat of summer knowing that peaches are in their prime.
When I lived in Hawaii during high school, I had no clue what sort of things I would miss from the Mainland. In particular, I took stone fruit and peaches for granted. I knew they existed but I never full appreciated a ripe, succulent peach until I realized Hawaii only had these hard rocks that called themselves peaches. Sometimes they'd ripen but the texture would be off; grainy-like and lacking flavor. Or even worse, they'd be ripe on the outside but hard on the inside.